This left the Saint of Fist utterly speechless.
At this point, he no longer wanted to keep playing around with Xu Hao; who the hell knew what else Xu Hao might pull out.
"Sigh, your mentality's not up to par, little bro."
Xu Hao chuckled softly and raised his hand to throw a punch.
He was going to use his fists to decide life and death with the Saint of Fist, the man famed for conquering the world with a pair of Iron Fists!
Just now, that guy Ao Ming actually couldn't be bothered to personally deal with that Upper Ninja, and instead triggered a talisman. That put Xu Hao in a very bad mood.
Of course, no matter how strong he was, it was impossible for him to trigger a talisman from that far away. That had all been Ao Ming's doing.
But did this guy Ao Ming really think Third Grade Superior Talismans grew on trees?
It could've clearly just waved its hand—no, waved its claws—and killed Hatano Lang on the spot, but it just had to waste a talisman.
